[verse one] yo, yo, yo a crackhead leaves skilled ????? for dead dumb cats think i pack lead from the bloodshed words spread, and vocals (?) intent patriarch making marks like the stroke of a pen choking men by the throat my quotes will leave you spellbound like devon madison kid, i can’t be held down esoteric stab a crew who’s slang is fresh m-ss avenue to bangladesh so check, i blast back at you my aim’s the best so now, crashed att-tudes have laid to rest discouraging younster’s idols straight taking t-tles shane’s ripping rivals with some rap in his recitals i paint imagery kid stunning pictures back in eighty-six i tried to mix like (?) now i hit ya’, split ya’, cuz’ you a crab cat i’m god of the snake, i pee on a lab rat back in your cage you paging off the stage i’m a sage sent to invade this day and age i wreck the mic quickly lung taking with me i’m “bound to slay” throw down my round with shane {thud}

[chorus] we make tracks like this, for cats who like the mic ripped the t-tan, holding mics with a vice grip i’m “bound to slay” crab rappers in the end {you see what happened in my last fight friend aight’ then}

we make tracks like this, for cats who like the mic ripped the t-tan, holding mics with a vice grip i’m “bound to slay” crab rappers in the end {you see what happened in my last fight friend aight’ then}

[verse two] a yo guess who’s swooping in wings spread i rain dread from boston to hempstead its “the soul purpose”, mission control’s nervous pitiful attempts get drenched by the verses that’s my best nothing less the merciless i’m murderous, murdering tracks you all deserving this backslap for coming at me with the whack rap you act whack you look whack you talk whack you be whack you speak whack forget about your drop and save your feet back you calling me a backpacker that’s propostruous i’ll put your legs around thousand dollar watches my raps play thugs like tommy cartel i rhyme well, ran imperial like diamond (?) i can tell your afraid to face me my verbals come off the wall like kevin sp-cy and i defeat camps into mc stamps under street lamps your working off of free-amps the beat champs, i call you out like subpeona and have you on your knees like a nine-dingle-venor a biting demeanor, yeah these cats want to rap alike you weak parasites i freak beats when i speak heat like farenheight don’t ever grab the mic cats that bite need a meat-eaters appet-te

[chorus] we make tracks like this, for cats who like the mic ripped the t-tan, holding mics with a vice grip i’m “bound to slay” crab rappers in the end {you see what happened in my last fight friend aight’ then}

we make tracks like this, for cats who like the mic ripped the t-tan, holding mics with a vice grip i’m “bound to slay” crab rappers in the end {you see what happened in my last fight friend aight’ then}